Oh hey guess what! There’s snow in the forecast! WAAAAAAAAAAH.
Normally I’m a very chipper to the dipper kind of gal, full of giggles and grins, bustin’ a trick at every turn. But given our current weather situation with the potential of white fluffy buckets of malarky due to fall from the sky at any moment, I’m pretty much filled with the devil’s nectar.
Now if the snow passes and it stays rainy, then just forget we ever talked. There’s nothing to see here, folks. (I know that makes no sense. I’ve just always wanted to say it. It felt good!)
In the meantime, who wants to set up mouth-camp inside that gooey cheese, aaaaah mean right? Just nestle on in. Cuddle city. Wrap it around your bare shoulders like an afghan from grandma’s couch. Just chimpidy chomp on it like a dang feral kitty gone loco.
Mini Chicken Parmesan Meatloaf Cupcakes, my fellow compadres. May the cheese-filled centers of meatloaf cupcake force be with you and your mouths and stomachs.
(I . . . have no idea.)
p.s. your kids are gonna lose their flippin’ minds.